The Paris Review No. 91

Spring 1984

James Baldwin on the benefits of expatriatism, essays v. fiction, and a revelation found in a New York puddle.

“None of us wanted to write. Therefore, when you read a book on the Holocaust, written by a survivor, you always feel this ambivalence. On one hand, he feels he must. On the other hand, he feels . . . if only I didn’t have to”: Elie Wiesel on the Art of Fiction.